Black Poetry : Real Woman

How can you
Come to me and tell me
How to be a woman?
When you so obviously
Have forgotten how to be a man!
You say
A woman
A REAL woman
Does for her man
Gives without expectation
I say,
A man
MY man
Knows how to make me feel like THAT woman
Respects me
Loves me
Touches something deep inside me
That no other man can
Compels me to give
Moves me to recite sonnets
A man who revels in my womanhood
Not one who constantly challenges it
You want a woman?
Well, I NEED a man
Come back when you learn how to be one!

Natasha, are you the same Natasha who I've
read so many times before? On the other site?
If so, I remember a peace you did about death
that really moved me ... one I found in the archives
long ago ... still remember it ... you painted death
so beautifully ...

well ... if you are that Natasha ... haaaaay
and if you are not that Natasha ... haaaaay

Welcome ~ Welcome ~ Welcome ~
you are amongst friends & family
you are at home!

Destee

if i must babysit adults ... they will feel abused by the babysitter ... i already know it ... i am psychic ... <3